Boom!
One hundred and thirty-three posts
on the picket fence
that surrounds my suburban heart.
Hold! Hold! Do not press the refresh button...
One hundred and thirty-five, by God,
the forum won't hold much longer...
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A: But above all, I think it is important
to know what a poem means.
B: It can never be reduced! Poems are uranium!
A: Come on guy - we're not communists anymore.
B: Okay, okay, it's about social inequality.
